Strolling along the tooth-track,
I lose my vibrant way in the *Black Forest.
Jackfruit flesh is tempting.
But there's a hell beyond the heaven.
I fall into the ravine of fatigue
from the crest of *Mysore Pak.
Kidneys and their cousins wilt.
Drugs devastate my inland.
Sugary desires die before my mouth.
Yet how long do I have to wait,
watching the interplanetary mission
and wondering at the Big Bang?
First published din The Literary Hatchet.
*Black Forest - a chocolate cake
Mysore Pak - an Indian sweet
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